Heh this should be interesting. I’ve been wondering about this question for a while, because I don’t do these things over much. However a couple of weeks ago, Dave and I took the little one (his little’un) to the British Museum. We were heading for the Grayson Perry exhibit, this chap being one of Dave’s favourite artists.

I must admit I was quite excited myself; I’ve seen enough of his work to realise that I would be interested and that it would be a real treat to see some of his ceramics in the flesh. Problem is, we almost didn’t make it.

I’ll hold up my hand there and say ‘my fault,’ though even that probably isn’t really fair to myself. It’s not like I could help it. To explain… in brief… I had several dizzy/fainting spells on the train and had to be ambulanced to the nearest hospital. O.o

Yeah I know; crazy right? I’ve had these spells before, but never that bad and the main focus was just making sure that both I and the twins were okay. Anyway, they must have decided I was okay pretty damn quickly because I was waiting for two and a half hours before I saw anybody at all. Humph.

Meh. It was far more traumatic at the time, but the main thing is, they kept me in the hospital well past the time marked on our tickets for Grayson Perry. I remember feeling sad and guilty, because Dave had been waiting to go so long; and I would have just felt rotten if he missed it because of some rubbish medical thing. But of course, he’s saying that health comes first. Which I suppose is fair… it is the health of three after all.

*sigh* Anyway, when they did finally let me out, it was a very slow and gentle walk to the museum – which wasn’t far at all – and, after a brief stint of queuing, straight into the exhibit.

It was wonderful. Grayson’s art is incredibly witty and often just plain weird. I love his sense of humour and the way he’s able to put that across so eloquently on a pot, or in a piece of embroidery. It’s beautifully done and so very real; there is nothing manufactured or fake about what he produces and in a world where actors and singers are produced to match the current public fancy, it’s actually very, very refreshing. ^_^

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About Ileandra Young

I'm a thirty-*mumbles* year old (purple loving, cheese worshipping) author of fantasy, juggling a pair of beautiful twin boys with my burning desire to make up stories and write them all down.
When I get the chance, I play games, listen to music, and in days long past I even ran a radio show.
Though I occasionally write non-fiction, my heart lives in fantasy and my debut novel, Silk Over Razor Blades is now available through Amazon along with part two of the trilogy, Walking The Razor's Edge.